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“You better, and you better make it soon.”
Chapter 21
Derek
We just got home a little while ago, and Rylie and I are watching movies. I keep looking over to Rylie, searching for signs that what happened at the restaurant got to her. I still cannot believe how much of a bitch Monica was to her. She’s always a bitch, but that was extreme, even for her. I was surprised at Rylie’s restraint. Had I been her, I would have shoved my fist down the bitch’s throat. She brushed it off like it was nothing, which bothers me even more than Monica’s words. It’s like Rylie is so use to being talked down to that it doesn’t even faze her. She must have been beat down both physically and verbally her entire life.
I hear Rylie yawn, and I look over to her. Her eyes are almost closed. “You ready for bed, baby?”
She doesn’t answer, just stands up and starts walking towards the bedroom. I turn off the TV and follow behind her. I walk into the room as she pulls her shirt over her head. I have felt Rylie without clothes on many times, but she rarely gives me a chance to see her naked. When we have sex, the lights are always out. She always changes her clothes in the bathroom, and she refuses to shower with me. The only time I’ve ever seen her scarswas when we were roller blading. Shit! Why didn’t I notice this before? Rylie is trying to hide her scars from me. That shit is going to stop right now!
I walk over to her, just as she notices that I am in the room. She shrieks and tries to pull the shirt back down, but I reach her before she can get it on. I take the shirt from her and toss it to the ground while I start to kiss her, not giving her time to think before I push her on to the bed. I come down on top of her and heatedly resume our kissing. After a few moments pass, I feel her relax in to me before I move to her neck and then her chest. When I reach her stomach, she starts to tense up, but before she can get a word out, I place my lips at her waist line and murmur, “I love your body, baby.”
Shetries to say something again, but I place my hand into her panties and slide two fingers inside of her. I love how wet and ready she is for me. Her unspoken words come out as one long moan. I place soft kisses on each one of her scars, before moving down to her pussy. I pull her panties down and suck her clit into my mouth. I keep sucking as I move my fingers in and out of her. Rylie’s hands are in my hair and she’s pulling on it. I get an idea. She’s being kinky, letting me eat her pussy the way I am. I take my pinky and bring it up to her ass. Slowly, I stick it in her ass. I hear her yelp, but she doesn’t stop me.
“Derek. What are you doing? Oh. My. God.” She breathes out.
I smile as I keep sucking and licking her delicious juices. I could do this all day and night with her. I finger her pussy and her ass. She loves it. Her breathing gets faster and faster.
“Derek, stop! I want you in my mouth!” I slow down and get another idea. Damn this girl really is dirty.
I stop eating her out and pick her upas her sexy legs wrap around me. I move us further up the bed before I set her down and lay down besideofher. She’s looking at me confused. I take her hand and pull her to my mouth. “Babe. Get on top of me. Suck my dick and I’ll eat you out at the same time.”
Her eyes go wide and I knowthat she loves my idea. She slowly does what I told her, bringing her pussy to my lips right before I feel her on my cock. Damn, her mouth feels good. She goes up and down while I keep sucking, eventually adding in my finger to move in and out of her.
“Mmmm… babe, keep going.”
It doesn’t take long beforeI feel her pussy start to convulse. Pulling out of her sweet mouth, I lift her off of me and turn her around to face me. Looking into her eyes, I line myself up with her opening. “Never hide yourself from me, again!” I growl out, as I thrust into her.
I thrust hard and deep, never losing contact with her eyes. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, inside and out. I don’t ever want to see you hiding this amazing body fromme again. You are mine, and I want to see all of you.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Rylie finds her second release. I keep going harder and faster. After a few more strokes, I find mine.
~***~
Rylie
Ihave finally decided to get the scars on my stomach covered up. I called a local tattoo shop this morning, saying that I had a tattoo emergency. At first, the girl on the phone said I must be on crack and laughed, but when I explained to her who I was and the work that I had previously done, she said to be there at noon and that my appointment would be with a girl named Skye.
I’ve been using the cream Jay gave me for the last three years, andwhile the scars have faded a bit, they are still noticeable, and I want them gone.
I’m not gonna go freakishly crazy like I didthe first time, and stomach tattoos, from what I’ve seen, aren’t all that nice, but I feel that what I’m getting today will be exactly what I need to truly move on. A few weeks back, I created a design that will put a ray of shooting stars over each scar that litters my body. The words “From pain, comes STRENGTH,” will be tattooed under my belly button, which is where the scars are the heaviest. I’m ready for this. I’m ready to move on.
As I park the car, my phone rings. Derek.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Babe… Where you are you? I’m at your shop, but Erika says you’re not in until later.”
“Yeah, sorry, I have an appointment. I’ll be at your office for lunchthough.”
“Ok, what kind of appointment?”
I smile. “You’ll see. Later.” I hang up.
Last night, after Derek told me he loved my body, andto never to hide it from him again, I made my final decision to go through with the tattoo. The pain that I went through getting the other scars covered up was brutal. I went back and forth about whether I wanted to go through with another hours long session, or choose to continue to hide behind my scars; hide behind the truth. Derek might be ok with my body, but I’m not, and if I’m not happy or comfortable in my own skin, I need to fix it, and Derek needs to understand.
I’m not sure what Derek will thinkabout my newest work, but I wasn’t comfortable last night when he kissed them. Hell, I don’t even like him seeing them, but now that I’m finally going to bury my past in ink, he’ll be able to look at something beautiful. He deserves something beautiful.
